"I think you need to come off that misconception that you're anything other than a catch." Hartley wasn't sure what to do. They were in front of an ice cream parlour, holding hands. That wasn't casual, that wasn't sexual. That couldn't just be dismissed. Hartley gave his hand a squeeze and smiled at him as he slowly let go, pretending that it was so he could pass the cone into his other hand and better lick all around. He didn't want to see the puppy get sad. "Lots of people would be into you."